moving my body over him as he thumbs my nipples and palms my breasts, both of us lost to the feelings and the desires shared between us. We’re not even to the good part yet and already it feels so good to be with him again this way—so right.
He reaches around me and pulls me down to him, swallowing my moans with a kiss. And then he shifts us again so he’s back on top. He pulls my flimsy sleep shorts off along with my panties, and then he gets rid of his own athletic shorts so we’re both lying naked on my bed.
He runs his hands along my body and stops to dip a finger inside me, and my body buckles at the feel of his entrance. It’s just a finger. I can’t wait for the main event.
He pulls it out and rubs my moisture all around, and then he shifts to hover over me again. Before he slams his way into me, though, he whispers, “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper on a breathless pant, and then he pushes into me.
And it’s like the heavens open and I’ve found paradise.
He slams into me, our bodies finding an immediate rhythm together. I claw onto his shoulders as a way to simply hold on as I try to wade my way through the tide of pleasure he’s delivering. My moans meet his grunts as he drives into me again and again. He pushes my body to places it’s only been with him, like we were two people put on Earth with the sole purpose of finding each other.
It’s sensual, and there’s a whole new level of emotion on both sides of this connection. I’ve seen him as a father now, and while I may have done things in the past I’m not proud of, he’s made me feel like the past is behind us now. He makes me feel excited for the future we’re moving toward together.
And I feel it from him, too. The love, the pure adoration, the respect he has for me as a mother and as a person. It’s all wrapped up into this carnal link, and as he drives his hips into mine, I’m pushed over the brink as I dive headfirst into a climax so strong, so brutally severe, that I can’t help when I scream out through my release.
He dives in with me, grunting through his own bliss as we ride this wave together, and he pumps in a few more times, both of us shuddering as we come down from our shared release.
And, of course, because we did this rather loudly in my room which is immediately next to Luna’s, as soon as he pulls out of me, we both hear the cry from next door over the monitor.
He chuckles softly. I wouldn’t have been opposed to snuggling up to him a while as our bodies recover, but it looks like that’s not in the cards.
“I’ll get her,” he murmurs, leaping out of bed and grabbing his clothes.
I take a minute to compose myself, and I listen to them in the room next door through the monitor as he sings a sweet, nonsensical lullaby to rock her back to sleep.
My heart squeezes as I’m overcome for a beat with pure love.
I never saw us getting here despite how many times I dreamed it, yet here I am...living that dream.
And it can only get better from here.
* * *
I think back to this night, the one when we both gave into the overwhelming need between the two of us, often over the course of the next four months. We only get the chance to see each other a couple times, and it’s only ever for one night...always with Luna in tow.
Instead, we find ourselves dating over video chat like we did before Luna was born, before that reality show, before two years overseas. We talk every day, usually multiple times, and we’re both committed to making this work.
We stare at the moon together. I describe it how I see it, and he tells me what it looks like from the bus. I send him pictures of Luna every day, and he always asks for pictures of me, too—so every once in a while, I give him a surprise treat...without my face in it, of course, just in case I ever decide to run for office. Or, you know, PTA president or whatever.
I talk to Ford a couple times a week, too. He’s in Colorado now,